Ode to Veggie Market

A steadily recurring event in my Wellington life is the Sunday Veggie Market. It is a parking lot full of fruit and vegetable stalls, and one fish stall with a lovely woman shouting out special deals, recipes, and general living advise ("have you remembered to tell your mum that you love her today? give her a text or a call, it's mother's day today, and also we have lovely fresh salmon and bluff oysters for dinner").

Most days, you can make extreme deals. We're talking six golden kiwi fruit for 60 cents (3 SEK), a bunch of shallots for 10 cents (50 öre), capsicums for a dollar a kilo (5 SEK), or a bag of mushrooms for 2 dollars (10 SEK). Also, you can find pretty much every fruit and veggie that exist. We're talking not only zucchinis, avos, apples and bananas, but also chestnuts, feijoas, pawpaws, persimons, bok choy and things that not even the stall owners can pronounce.

The veggie market is the one and only life saver for a poor Welly vegetarian. And not only that, but exactly everyone I know pops down for a Sunday mission, so we always bump into friends.

Ben combines the veggie market with an almond croissant from the french bakery and a mochaccino. We always make a pit stop on the way home at the boys house (which I should make up another name for it since it's also accommodating lovely Miriam) for a chat and a laugh.

The only fail at the market - the persistent smell of coriander, like a sickening cloud over the whole parking lot. Yuck.













Old picture with only boring fruit.